(Dedicated to my lovely mother)
Her kind, heart penetrating words have been her sword
With which she slays all kinds of thorny thoughts
Out of her gullible children; her very beloved
She's my pride
My ride or die
Silence is loud and clear in its meaning to her
So she hears her children
Even when they are silent
God gave me to her
And her to me
That I may be cared for
And not be in grief
That I may be schooled rightly
And not be misguided
That I rise up sweet
In a world so bitter
She bore me out of severe pain
Yet kissed my dirty forehead
And made me taste "dabino"
And proclaimed to me the name of my Lord
That I should conceive His greatness
And told me the true meaning of success
Salaah...
That I know now
For the earlier the better
That I do not become lost
In the tempting distractions I shall find
Coming to me from even behind
She wore the face of happiness
With a painful smile on her face
Giving me sweets while she fed on bitters
Passing through unsung hardships
All so that I live happily
All so that I may be nourished
Mé vê annâ mé (I thank you my mother)
Beautiful...
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